/me grins
I read the most interesting quote on a sugar packet the other day, but didn’t take the packet (for some reason) and have been looking for it ever since. Today, while in the bookshop, Astrid, Agnes and I were going through the packets while we waited for Agnes’s chips and found it. Finally. Here it is:

It is better to suffer wrong than to do it and happier to sometimes be cheated than not to trust.
By Samuel Johnson

And it is so true. I think I’m gonna put this packet in my Bible somewhere. I already have a different sugar packet in there near a verse about prayer, I think. But whatever.
It’s like, when you get hurt, you shouldn’t retreat into yourself because in the end you are going to do yourself more harm than good. Just because some people messed around with you, you shouldn’t let them decide what your future is going to be like. Because only two people have control over that: you and God. And thankfully, God always has a good plan, it is us who messes it up and lets others mess it up. And we shouldn’t allow that. Because they have no right to do that to us. And we have no right to let them. But whatever. I know that it’s a lot easier to preach something than to practice it. But I’ll try anyway.

Was thinking today. About dogs. Two dogs in particular. This is a totally random story, but deal with it. A family member of ours is really into business, all sorts of business from wine to resaurants to who-know-what-else. And he happened to find a poor boxer (the dog, not like the profession). He cared for the puppy and eventually the dog grew into a strong, healthy boxer. A couple of months later, he was trying to collect debts from someone-or-other, but they had already gotten away and the house was empty. And the idiots had left their poor female boxer behind. They couldn’t just leave the dog there, so they took her home for the weekend, planning to take her to the pound on Monday, since he didn’t really want another dog.
On Monday, he asked his receptionist to take the dog, but she couldn’t find time that day. Tuesday came and went, but still no-one took the dog. By Friday, she had become part of the family and no-one could bear to give her away anyway. So she stayed. Now the dude lives happily with his two boxers, one male and one female. And to think that he didn’t really want either of them, but now he couldn’t function without them.
A lot of things in life are like that, I guess. You don’t know what you’re missing. But when you finally get it, then you realize what’s been wrong all along. And you can’t live without it anymore.

~ by cravingoxygen on July 25, 2008.